Chapter 5: Desires of the Heart
"Ginny Weasley," Kreacher's raspy voice quietly called to her.
Slowly, Ginny struggled from her slumbering state to full consciousness. She sat unsteadily on the sofa, head drooping slightly, eyes fluttering. Finally, her eyes stopped blinking. She tried to focus on where she was and what exactly was happening to her. A part of her wondered if this was a dream.
Her eyes caught sight of Kreacher who was standing on the floor in front of her. In her distressed state Ginny couldn't bring herself to care. She knew the elf could betray her to Death Eaters as he had Sirius. She was just too tired and cranky at the moment to be concerned. Seeing the little elf just hacked her off further.
"Good morning, Ginny Weasley," said Kreacher with a half bow.
"What games are you up to now, Kreacher?" she half yelled. "Giving me up to some Death Eaters, or something..." She looked up and then to her right to survey the room anxiously.
"The days when Kreacher is having engaged in such devious and underhandeds dealings is passed. I serves Master Harry now." He gestured to his right at the sleeping form just beyond her on the sofa, and Ginny turned and saw Harry.
"Oh, Merlin, Harry, I..." She looked back to Kreacher quickly. "What is this ......some sick joke to taunt me again?" She closed her eyes a moment on the chance that she was dreaming and felt a tear begin to dribble down her cheek. Then she opened them and found that Harry was still there in front of her.
"No, Ginny Weasley. I is been observing Master Harry since the incident with yourself, Miss Granger and your brothers is taking place. Extricatings Master Harry from his confinement and pressures that was puts on him is not really improving the caliber of his life. If anything he is more sullens and depressed than he is ever being throughout the school year. You is being right to surmise that Master Harry is having deep feelings of affection for you." Kreacher's lips cracked open, and Ginny realized that the old elf was giving her a small smile.
"If you had just let us follow through with our little plot, this would have all worked itself out. I love Harry. I would never have hurt him." Slowly her eyes panned to the right as she tried to focus on the old elf.
"Master Harry is calling for his servant's help and Kreacher is answers the call. For too long Master Harry is being used and abused by the peoples around him, both in the muggle and wizarding world. It is why he is always having the respect of all of the house elves, for its can truly be said that, of all humans, Master Harry is understanding what it is to bees a house elf. His own family is treating Master Harry like a house elf, yet he is remaining a kind and understanding person."
Ginny turned her gaze back toward Harry. She pushed herself back into the plush sofa and brought her legs folded up the join her, knees to her chin, arms folded around her shins. Poor Harry, this world has so deeply abused him. I wish I could get him to understand just how much I love him and want to be with him.
"Why have you brought me here, then?" she asked quietly, her eyes still on Harry.
"Kreacher is taking the liberty of investigating both of your memories thoroughly." Ginny closed her eyes for just a second, shook her head then opened them, continuing to stare at Harry. "You is both having a great many feelings for each other for a great many years, and it is the fervent desire of both of you to be with each other. You is both having had a chance at being together quite some time ago, if you is not letting circumstances and the thoughts of other peoples influence you."
"Professor McGonagall said the very same thing to me the day you rescued Harry." Ginny recalled sadly.
"It is being a very astute observation, then, by the professor. So then, Kreacher is bringing you here to give you both the chance to rectifys any past… misunderstandings." Kreacher turned away from her as if to leave.
"Wait! What should I do? I...." She fumbled over the words as thoughts of what she would very much like to do with Harry shuffled through her mind, coupled with thoughts of what she definitely should not do.
Kreacher stopped, cocked his head oddly, lifted his eyebrows, and turned back to her. "You is," he said, "Kreacher believes, properly attired to reasons effectively with Master Harry."
"Wha-- you expect me to seduce Harry?" she spluttered, unsure of herself, yet one corner of her mouth began to lift to form a half smile.
"That is being your original intention, as Kreacher understands it, and now as the Muggles might say, the ball is being in your court, so to speak." Kreacher stopped a moment to collect his thoughts, then proceeded.
"Three pieces of advice I gives you Ginny Weasley. Three adages from the Muggle world I imparts to you, to wit--'Where there is being a will there is a way', and 'He who is hesitating is lost', and 'Carpe Deim,'" Kreacher removed the Muffliato spell and laid Ginny's wand on the table by her end of the couch. "Carpe Deim, is, of course, meaning- Seize the Day!"
"How can you be so familiar with Muggle terminology, when you worked for those pure blood fanatics for so long?" she inquired curiously.
"Master Regulus is having a certain fondness for Muggle literature and terminology. Kreacher became familiar with his master's hobby, in many respects Master Regulus is being very much as your father is with his Muggle 'gadgets.' As you revere your father, I is revering Master Regulus fixation as well." Kreacher straightened his shoulders and began to walk away. "My best regards for your success, Miss. Weasley." Then he snapped his fingers and he was gone.
Ginny turned her attention back to Harry Potter and the desires in her heart that she so desperately wanted to fulfill. She thought about what she had said before to Hermione about only a miracle could help her. Could Kreacher be my miracle? I wonder.
Harry's body was beginning move slightly and soft moans could be heard from him and Ginny wondered just what was causing Harry to move so in his sleep.
Harry Potter, despite his attempts to expel her image from his mind, could not stop obsessing over Ginny Weasley. No matter how much conscious effort he put into pushing her away, his subconscious mind clung all the harder to thoughts of her. Harry's dreams always included at least one episode where she was captured, to be tortured and killed, only for Harry to find his way to her and help her escape.
Harry tended to like the Rapunzel dream, where she would magically send her glorious long fiery red hair down from the tower she was held in, for him to rescue her, as Harry loved the smell and the feel and the color of her hair. Ginny was always overly grateful and this usually led to them snogging and groping each other senseless on some comfortable couch like the one in the common room.
All of the last week his dreams had gone to the furthest extreme of them both being starkers on the couch and completely engaged in the physical act of love to reckless abandon, and when Harry awoke he was always embarrassed by the fact that his boxers were soaked from the sexual release his dreams gave him, not to mention that he was bathed in sweat and physically worn down.
No matter how harsh his attempts to push away the influences of the real world, i.e. his friends and Ginny Weasley, his heart would not let him escape her. He was quickly coming to the opinion that he should find a way to have his memories of her Obliviated. Then he could have some peace, some sanity. It was becoming too difficult to live with her constantly on his mind.
Ginny Weasley sat comfortably ensconced in her corner of the sofa debating with herself how to proceed with the object of her affections. Some part of her would very much like to hex him with bat bogeys for being a prat and hiding from her. However, there was another part of her, the part that had been dreaming and yearning for him all these years, that would rather fold him in her arms and kiss him and shag him silly.
Harry was sprawled out on the end of the sofa, clad only in his boxers and T-shirt, and she thought how sexy he looked, and felt the fires of passion stir, radiating through her whole body. She thought of how she was wrapped only in her slim cotton nightgown.
She had given up wearing pajamas years before as she felt like she was caught in a body-bind under Petrificus Totalus and she tended to move about too athletically when she was sleeping, especially when she had a dream about the Chamber and Tom.
She had stopped wearing knickers and a bra all the last year as well. She'd told herself that it was for the same reason, though the last year her dreams were mostly of Harry, and mostly of an erotic nature. If she was being truthful, the lack of knickers made it easier on her to relieve the tension she built up in the dreams if there was nothing to impede her fingers from caressing those somewhat forbidden areas, and of course, she could imagine that the warm and intimate pleasure was because Harry was making love to her as she had always hoped he would.
Suddenly an image of her mother standing over the both of them and a burst of her mother's moral indignation on the state of dress and proximity of the two of them to each other came to mind. Ginny snickered. Merlin, if her Mum only knew Ginny's thoughts right now, her Mum would be howling at her.
Harry, whose body had been quite still, was slowly becoming animated in his slumber, as Ginny watched, feeling the desire grow in her. Harry's body gradually became more restless and his head began to slip slowly from side to side, and a smile began to form at his mouth.
Harry's dream was of Harry and Ginny down by the lake, in a special little quiet niche hidden by trees. Harry was lying on a blanket with Ginny lying on top of him and they were snogging each other completely senseless. Harry's right hand was cupping the back of Ginny's head, holding her close to him, their mouth and tongues busily engaged in a sensual dance of love.
Ginny pulled back quickly to get a breath of air in her lunges, then moved her lips to his jaw and down his neck. In that instant of departure Harry moaned her name. "Oh, Ginny." Then he felt her warm body nestling hard against him, threatening him to lose control. The dream was almost too real as he could swear that he could smell her and it felt as if she was really there with him.
Ginny heard Harry moan out her name then saw his right hand move down to massage the growing bulge in his boxers. Suddenly the desire flared in her. All too obviously to her, Harry was having a dream, but it didn't seem to be a nasty nightmare, rather it seemed to Ginny that Harry was having an erotic dream about her.
This was the proof to her of what she had guessed all the school year, namely that Harry was deeply in love with her, and was most probably sexually obsessed with her as well. YES, screamed the raging fire inside of her. She let her arms fall to the side and her legs slide down so she could easily crawl forward to move over to him.
When she was right by him she hovered just a moment, then her arms lifted forward, her left to the back of the sofa by his right shoulder and her right arm to the far edge of the sofa in front of his left shoulder. She was breathing faster now. I can hardly believe this, she thought. This is my chance, my miracle, I can't mess this up.
Braced as she was with her arms she reached down and began to gently kiss the left side of his face, from his ear down his jar towards his neck just as in his dream.
Harry's consciousness began to stir at the contact. Merlin, he thought. It's like she really is here. He wanted to hold onto the images in the dream, even though that nagging, pain in the ass little voice said to open his eyes. The dream had never been this real and he didn't want to let it get away. Bugger it all. I...want her.
Ginny moved her feather light kisses back up his neck headed towards his mouth. Then she ran her tongue over his lips and felt herself begin to be lost in him.
This was all overwhelming Harry's senses, so his arms slowly moved up to encircle her and Ginny let herself be enfolded in his embrace. Then she straddled him with her legs, her body completely on fire now, needing him. Some part of him knew it had gone beyond being a dream, but he kept his eyes shut and held her tighter.
Only the silky swath of his boxers was between the warm sultry center at the juncture of her thighs and his obvious arousal. Her arms moved to encompass his neck and clench herself tightly to him. His right hand came up to cup the back of her head and in an instant their mouths opened and began to move together in long wet kisses.
They were like two starving people as their mouths struggled to capture and hold the love in each other. Their mouths finally settled into a mutually comfortable position and their tongues connected and hungrily curled around and danced in the moist warm enclave of their mouths. They were both lost in Harry's fantasy, which had become Ginny's fantasy as well.
Nagging little voices in both of their heads were haranguing them, but their minds were too occupied with thoughts of enjoying this intimate interlude. They both wanted their passion to overwhelm them. Neither cared about reality or consequences, because somewhere in their hearts, savoring this time together was all that mattered at that moment.
She felt his left hand slowly reach down and caress and knead her bum, and her nightgown was pushed up so that the rough flesh of his palm made contact with the soft flesh of her cheek, then he slowly moved his hand, fingers outstretched, under and forward to massage her inner thigh.
She felt the pleasure building in her, like a giant tidal wave as they both were breathing very heavily, and she was all too ready to be swept away in the passion of the moment. Between his searing kisses, his frolicking fingers and his overwhelming need, all too conspicuously rubbing her, the wave of pleasure burned itself through her and she felt her body convulse again and again, and then she pulled back from kissing him to cry out his name hoarsely 'Harry... oh Merlin." then she caught up his lips again in earnest and her thoughts were only of his pleasure.